by Irina Greciuhina
Bursting into a hall of mirrors, a sealed chamber lined with a dizzying, always-oscillating wall of bewildering, imaginary, speculative and bizarre reflections, XYOO the Stranger in this Strange Land spiraled into the Enigmatic. In such a vortex of competing Yins and Yangs, she grappled with the infinite intersections of fact and fiction, the boomeranging limitations of abstractions, geometry, and even gravity—so she defied her strange land—kept running, determined to solve the riddle of who she was. Did she have the power to impact her destiny, the existential prowess to be more than a virtual android swept along by anarchic chance and the currents moving her from mirror to mirror? She continued to run, hoping to answer, “WHO AM I?"
